Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my excellent collection of dvds, music and books. And of course, the storyline of this story. So far, each character has been a figment of the ingenious J.K. Rowling's mind. I owe her everything. Including a punch in the mouth for killing off some of my favourite characters.

Author's Note: Everyone, thank you SO MUCH for all of your incredible reviews. I have responded to them at the bottom of this story. I'm going on vacation for a week and a few days, I haven't abandoned the story, I promise. I'll be writing as much as I can while laying on a beach and I'll update as soon as I get home. So please, keep checking back. And here we go…the SECOND CHAPTER!

Chapter Two

A tall red head was sent flying out of bed and onto her floor as a harsh alarm clock screamed "FIRE! EMERGENCY! DEATH! BURNING COOKIES! LAWSUITS! THERE IS SOME EMERGENCY SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD, SO, GET OUT OF BED, DAMNIT!"

Ginny Weasley sighed with disapproval. Alarm clocks going off at all hours of the afternoon made her just want to crawl back into bed and forget that the world ever existed. She wanted to forget that PEOPLE existed at all. She sent her hand slamming down on the snooze button and tried to wrangle a way out of the covers that were tangled into an intricate mess on her feet.

"Bollocks!" she yelled at the covers, "Can't you just co-operate for, like, one second of your pathetic cover-like lives?" she sighed, "I mean, okay. So I know that I've put you through a lot of rubbish. You've met a lot of really barmy people…a lot of people have made messes all over you and I don't deserve your forgiveness for that, but, please. I am begging you…I have a LONG day ahead of me and this morning probably isn't the best time for you to be cheeky."

The covers immediately untangled themselves and Ginny gave a sigh of relief. "The joys of living in this world. Your bloody covers tangle up the morning after you get sloshed. God, I need a bloody aspirin. And a good shag." The covers immediately lunged for her feet and she jumped quickly away just before they caught her big toe. "SODDING USELESS SHEETS!" she screamed at them as she slammed the door with glee.

Pissing off her possessions was one of the few joys in her life. It seemed her list of friends was too low these days, what with everyone just starting their busy lives and new jobs. The ones who she hadn't shagged or cheated on just seemed too busy to include her in their new plans. The only mates that she had left were her twin brothers her support group friends and her modeling buddies.

The tall, beautiful red head had shot up a few inches, convincing everyone that she was destined for the wizarding runway. She had lost all of her desire to do dark and intricate spells after her highly publicized breakup with Harry Potter. The tabloids had insisted that it was his fault, some even blamed his inadequacies for being the sole reason that she had turned to women for love. Though she knew that neither of those things was true. She needed women.

Her undeniable attraction for those of the same sex was obvious to all who became close to her. The intimate friendships that she pursued were a joke. And until she had realized what she was, it was too late. She'd hurt the one person in the entire world who meant anything at all to her. His love was the only thing holding her together after her family fell apart. Even after her father's death and her mother's suicide, Harry had held onto her and stayed around. He loved her and she cried on his shoulder…feeling fully convinced that she was, indeed, in love.

The people around them heckled them and laughed as they saw the two spiraling towards a beautiful life of bliss and complete infatuation with one another. They watched as Harry and Ginny saw one another as the only two people in the entire world. Harry James Potter and Virginia Weasley were the golden couple. The ones that would make everyone proud…the perfect match.

They had plans to have little babies that would grow up with two happy parents. Babies that would become glowing children who would attend Hogwarts, meet the loves of their lives and share the same fate as their parents. Harry deserved the happiness that everyone talked about. And everyone thought that Ginny, stable, beautiful Ginny, would show him that pure bliss that he had so earned after defeating the Dark Lord.

But, her faked smiles and burdened heart grew heavier, and her role of "perfect and pure girlfriend" became harder and harder to play. The darkness within her heart stirred and her entire body shook with fear at night. Sweat poured off of her forehead, her neck, her stomach when she slept as the nightmares haunted her and the dark face of Tom Riddle sang to her in her sleep. She felt his long and timely fingers crawl over her body and violate her as tossed and turned in her sleep.

The nightmares grew steadily worse with time and her inability to cope slowly got harder. Her conjured potions did nothing but make her dreams even more frightening and even more realistic until finally, she stole the prescriptions off of her roommate's dresser. Valium. Prozac. Oxycontin. Morphine. Each drug was a new experience in not feeling. A new, glorious addiction to experiment with…each day a new high…new blissful joy that sent her to a place where pain didn't exist. Until the drugs ran out…and she needed to turn to more.

She made a deal with a new groundskeeper…she paid him, he got her drugs, and she used them until her supply ran out and she turned to him again when she needed more. Her double life soon seemed easier as her coping mechanism grew more and more soothing. Harry seemed less concerned about her…the "real Ginny" was back. When in reality, the "real Ginny" was long gone. She'd thrown away her soul and replaced it with drugs.

Each day was easier for her to deal with and the nightmares were replaced of recollections of the day's previous highs. Cocaine in her potions class. Opium in the bathroom before Transfiguration. Heroine before Care of Magical Creatures. And lastly…marijuana in the corner of the common room with Parvati.

Parvati. The reason she landed where she was today. Ginny wiped a tear from her eye as she remembered the romance between her and Parvati. When they had been discovered—she stopped her recollections quickly and shook her head. She needed to pull herself together and stop remembering the drugs. Stop remembering the romance that had sent her spiraling off of the edge.

Parvati's wild nature had only complimented Ginny's own. They got into all sorts of trouble discovering secret passageways and sneaking off to Hogsmeade at night. Parvati had awakened Ginny's senses and torn away at everything that she had once believed about the world. She'd shattered the illusions that Ginny's mind held and charred her innocence…sparing her mind from nothing that sexuality and wildness could offer. Until it was discovered…

Ginny leapt up from the sagging couch in her spacious apartment. Fine couches from the best that French Wizards had to offer. Beautiful paintings that moved from wonderful location and spacious beaches to beautiful sunsets and people smiling happily adorned the walls everywhere. Furs of the most dangerous magical creatures filled her closet, each gift from clothing designers still remaining in perfect condition. Even her kitchen, full of the finest silver and crystal that Diagon Alley created showed her wealth.

She sighed and flicked her wand to start her coffee pot brewing, grabbing her cigarettes as she moved towards her bathroom to shower. The answering machine was full of messages from her brothers and ironically, the other family screw-up, Ron. His pathetic, drunken voice resounded throughout her apartment, reminding her of the dinner that Fred and George had insisted that she attend.

His half-assed life had resorted to nothing. Even Harry wouldn't speak to him anymore, though Ginny knew he secretly corresponded with Hermione. Ginny laughed aloud as she thought of the pathetic state of Hermione's life. The girl who Ginny had always known to be the one with all of the answers was now the one living in marital hell. She shuddered to think of the state of Hermione's life…of Hermione's sex life.

Her eyes widened as a mental picture of Hermione naked flew through her mind. She shuddered again and brushed the image away to quietly and secretly remain in the back of her mind. She felt the hot water of her shower pour down upon her hair and she tried to distract herself…she couldn't think about the impending image. Screwing up her life and the lives of those who could sort of stand her was something she wanted to refrain from doing. Again.

"Work!" she cried aloud, happy to distract herself again. She should think about work. The next show…the times…the new designers…new labels…new models…Hermione. "NO!" she cried again frustrated and she quickly turned the water to a freezing cold temperature that only reminded her of Tom Riddle…

The cold showers that she'd taken to try to rid herself of the violation that she'd felt in her nightmares. The cold showers she would take after a high…after she'd received some dirty drugs. She recalled the feeling of absolute desperation and weeping as she pounded her fists against the shower walls in absolute rage against her out of control body. She'd screamed at the top of her lungs and thrown herself against the walls trying to quit. Trying to stop and remember a time when she had depended on love. When drugs had meant nothing…a time when she had been pure and clean and felt beautiful.

The cold water pouring against her exposed flesh did nothing to help her situation except throw her back, tripping into the oblivion of her past. The shower stopped running and she stepped out…rushing to get coffee. Caffeine. The new drug she was trying to get addicted to. A glass magically poured itself and she sipped at the warm, brown liquid, tainted with a small amount of whiskey.

"Perfection." She whispered unconvincingly and reached for a pack of cigarettes. "I just need some nicotine. A fag. I'll be fine after that…" her voice died out and her long, dripping hair fell around her face as she lit up a cigarette and began to breathe once again. Her large green eyes filled with tears and her smooth milky skin remained pale as she slowly got up, wrapping her robe around her once more and headed to change for her dinner.

"Tonight is just what I need," she smiled weakly, "to make more bad memories to dwell on..." and she headed into her closet to change.

Thanks for your reviews. Keep them coming! I'd always like a bit of encouragement, criticism and good old funny comments.

RainbowGirl09- Thanks! My story is growing on me! Lol. I'll definitely write more, I'm glad to know that you're enjoying it so much.

VampireSlushie- Because of your amazing name and your love for Femmeslash, I officially declare you an awesome person. I'll update soon.

SuperJew277- Thanks. I've just recently discovered the awesomeness of the Hermione/Ginny pairing and some of the terrible versions of the stories out there! I'm glad you're enjoying mine and I hope you continue to!

ZelzSaihitei- I'm glad you hate Ron. Now my work as a writer is complete. She's kind of supposed to be a semi-bad guy in the story, but I won't reveal anything about the future of the store…I don't want to ruin it for you.

Kuro-san- Thank you! It's really a compliment when you hear that your story is original because of the, like, 7 billion fan fiction stories there are. I'll update soon and I'm glad you're intrigued.

Steppenwolf- Thank you! I've discovered that this kind of thing does happen to couples, people change and lie about who they really are. I've also been watching a lot of "The L Word" lately, and if you all don't know what that's all about, LOTS of DRAMA. It's inspired me to go this direction with fan fiction.

Lol- Glad you like it. I'll definitely keep going.

Silverfox- Thanks so much for the long review. I've always had a feeling that if J.K. Rowling wasn't writing for a mass audience of many conservative adults and young children, that she might go the "gay/bi" route with some of the characters. Especially Ginny. She's ideal for the role because of her shadowed past. Please continue reviewing, it means the world. And as for my begging, I've had bad experiences with not getting any reviews on certain chapters of other stories that I was quite proud of, so…I beg now. Lol.

AltarielEldalote- I'm glad you're enjoying it. The monologues are the best part to write…you can reveal a lot through a character's inner thoughts and their past.

Lots of love!

-Weeping Rose-